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The battlefield was a scarred wasteland, blood staining the earth and ash drifting in the air like a somber snowfall. Leo stood amidst the chaos, his expression unreadable, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the fading light. The shattered remains of the **World Eater** lay behind him, its massive form dissolving into nothingness.
He turned his gaze to Ralph, who stood a short distance away, his confident smirk gone, replaced by a mix of frustration and unease.
Leo's voice cut through the silence like a blade, cold and deliberate.
"I think it's time to end this," he said, his tone sending a shiver through Ralph.
Ralph flinched but quickly composed himself, trying to mask his unease. "You talk big, but you're barely standing. What could you possibly do now?"
